There was He Haijiang as well. She had trusted him so much, but in the end, all he had done was lead her towards death one step at a time. Finally, despite being just above her, he couldn't even muster the courage to look down. At that instant, her heart turned cold. Helpless, she subconsciously thought of two people—her father and mother.
He Haijiang sat helplessly above in a daze.
At that moment, a hand gently patted him on the shoulder. He jumped in fright as he turned around and shouted. "Who is it?"
He saw a white-robed monk standing behind him with a calm smile. His palms were pressed together as he said, "Amitabha. Patron, calm down."
"You… You are a monk? Are you from the rescue team? Why are you here so late? Are you aware that a second's delay can cost a life?" He Haijiang seemed to have found an outlet to vent as he roared hysterically. "If you had come earlier, Mujie would still be fine! It's all your fault. You need to be held respon…"
